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Michael John Mar 11
silence is bewitching
in the right hands
lily grins

it predates rain
and the tears that run
higgledy-piggledy

down her chin
how to say sorry
when it is all your fault?
Michael John Mar 8
identity

look into
your mind
what will you find
something mean
something kind

some concrete
symbolic sign
some chattering teeth
an endless line
stretching to
infinity..

doobie hubris scroll
spider webs..me..
o i was wondering where that
got too..
vinegar or wine
some ancient hyroglyphic
for time..

look into your mind
a melody
that will not go away..
some fine sentiment-
a crutch a touch
the sun sets
plop!

have a look
some books
the odd cluck and
i mean odd
something too laugh
about-success
and failure..

what they told you as a child
i say blimey..
ambition..tradition to
**** a wren-
aliens and divers monster
uncle stan the dice man..

ii

that was then this is now
fear like some exotic twine
tie them together
what is in my mind-
(a ten per center..)
a little voice that i sometime hear
and sometimes ignore-

and sometimes say o dear
like a lazy lion-
looking out of my bars
upon the stifling plain
in the lonesome jungle
it says in a falsetto-
do  you remember..

and what if it all accrue
sigh-what if momento gathers
like a  runaway ooo
what if the variables go poo!
hey,we are out of here
and the inevitable is so-two
and two equals four..

run out of spine
a single line-
ah,the emperors new clothes
more and more the draught
has become  storm and room 101
is the generation game-
nice to see you..

what if i run out of stars
and fear the reaper or worse
a poet´s curse-
getting what they wants
there is little left
but that is the known universe
love is bereft
to a purse..
Michael John Mar 8
identity
well,that is not me
cosmopolitan effegies-

multiple choiced-
your uncle stan
he is the dice man..
Michael John Mar 8
read identity,doctor,
by the mighty x ray specs
and have a dance..
Michael John Mar 7
you hate me says lily
because-peering into her
navel-because, i know you..

but all the air
the trees and the birds
the whole universe

know her..clever
with her fluff
and iffy commas..
Michael John Mar 7
has their ever been
a more vain generation?
they paint themselves
and hole extremeties..

laughing at nothing..
but is that not the nature of youth?
loud and uncouth
as we once were..
Michael John Mar 7
upon conception
i understood deception
(and have not been dissapointed)
to the annointed:

there is love and trust and
faith-for all the children
for every lost star
to all the shining wraith..
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